Sunday, June 14, 2009

Sing me to heaven

“You can lie to a child with a smilin’ face,
Tell me that color ain’t about race,
You can cast the first stone,
You can break my bones,
But you’re never gonna break,
Never gonna break my faith.”

This morning found me dancing up the middle of Mt Baldy Road to Aretha Franklin singing “Never Gonna Break My Faith.” (Good thing it was 5:00a.m. and the road was veiled in fog.) There has been much sadness in my life in recent weeks—the death of a friend, the death of my cat, the terminal illness of my brother…. Still… I find that I can sing. My voice as an instrument, as an expression, is a gift, and one I have not stopped being mindful of. So imagine me, as I roll along in my little black truck along Highway 40 today, on my way to embrace an old friend in Arizona, singing along with Josh Groban, Andrea Bocelli, John Fogerty, Leonard Cohen, and yes, definitely, the world’s most beautiful diva, Aretha. The sadness will still be there behind the music, but hope will keep on floating to the top.


  1. To sing in the midst of sadness is a gift you give yourself. Here's to a safe and sunny trip.

    Aretha, oh yeah. That woman still brings goosebumps to my beigeness.

  2. "go get'em". your positive enthusiam is catching, thanks,, Glenn